I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 69

The sky was clear, the breeze gentle, and Wan Shao sat inside with her eyes closed, resting.

However, the knocking at the door was quite noisy.

"...Hey, Wan Shao, open the door."

The incessant banging—more like pounding—was accompanied by the voice of her good friend, Shang Can. Yet, this time, her tone was not as casual as usual; it sounded almost gritted.

"..."

Wan Shao shrank her neck and resolutely covered her ears, determined to sit there like a monk in meditation.

After a while, the noise finally quieted down, and Wan Shao secretly sighed in relief, thinking that perhaps her friend had decided to stop trying to drag her out. But just as she relaxed, she caught a whiff of something burning, causing her to stiffen in fright and quickly turn around.

But it was too late. Shang Can burst through the door, her expression cold, and the latch that had been firmly in place was now just a pile of ash on the floor.

"Are you deaf?" Shang Can said, crossing her arms with a half-smile that was anything but friendly. The words that came out of her mouth were harsh, and Wan Shao could even feel the anger seeping through the white cloth covering her face. "Or have you gone mute? You didn't respond at all, and just a moment ago, you were still able to speak!"

"..." Standing in the corner, Wan Shao was momentarily speechless. She awkwardly changed the subject, "Why did you burn down the inn's door? That's not right..."

"If you had come to open the door sooner, I wouldn't have had to burn it. You're paying for this door."

"Why are you so stingy!"

Having snuck out without much money, the mention of payment made her heart ache. Instinctively, Wan Shao snapped back but was quickly silenced by Shang Can's threatening "hmm." She swallowed her anger, saying, "...I'll pay for it. After all, I disturbed you and Yun Zhongjun; consider it an apology."

"..."

Finally addressing the matter at hand, Shang Can didn't know how to start. She rubbed her temples, which ached slightly, and let out a deep sigh.

"...You need to listen to me. What happened earlier isn't what you think."

"Is that so?" Wan Shao sounded doubtful, but her tone quickly shifted to one of sudden understanding. "After I came back, I thought maybe you were just checking on Yun Zhongjun's injuries—so it turns out it's not what I imagined! So you two are involved!"

"That's not it. I misspoke. It's exactly as you thought."

Frustrated by Wan Shao's illogical reasoning, Shang Can struggled to muster some patience and explained, "I was indeed checking if Yun Duan was hurt; don't misunderstand, and don't speak recklessly in front of Yun Duan."

Wan Shao fell silent for a moment, mumbling thoughtfully, "Checking..."

The word sounded particularly inappropriate coming from her lips.

Feeling exhausted, Shang Can recounted the unusual behavior of Yun Duan during last night's nocturnal wandering, including the mysterious pattern on her waist. She concluded, "That's it; I have no involvement with her."

In her heart, Wan Shao thought if they could call themselves 'clean' like this, then there would be no such thing as romance in this world. But she didn't voice her thoughts. Instead, she turned to glance in the direction of Shang Can's room, lowering her voice to ask, "...So how is Yun Zhongjun now?"